I had to step away from the needles lest I throw the yarn out the window. I don't usually like to throw valuable goods out windows. Water balloons? Yes. Merino Wool Superwash & Mohair? Not so much.
It began simply enough. A desire to begin a new pair of socks.
Everything moved smoothly. The purls were purled; the knits were knitted. And then somewhere around the heel everything went horribly awry. I couldn't say exactly what happened. Only that one moment there was the happy beginnings of a charming sock and the next a wooly rat's nest had landed in my lap. The yarn broken in places, knotted in others. The frustration sat heavy in the room and so I had to walk away.
I've made peace with the yarn since then. The knots and breaks smoothed out and patched. And soon, very soon Operation Sock Creation 2.0 will commence.
I guess in the end the only thing to do is laugh. :o)